They Done Me Wrong!

Every time I tune the radio I hear a feller's plaintive song, About his achin' heart and how his womans "done him wrong!" How he nurses his plight at the neighborhood saloon, Wallowin' in commiseration with those he can commune! Singers with voices quiverin' like Robin Hood's twangy bow, Tell of bein' forsaken by their man and all its kindred woe! And how she's gonna lower the boom on a broad name Hildebrun, Who stole her man while slingin' hash at the local Greasy Spoon! Others sing of forlorn love and lack of decent shoes, While he blows his meager pay on soiled doves and rancid booze. How he spends his nights in a honky-tonk at the edge of town, Consortin' with other guys' wives and tossin' whiskey down! Others warble about him blowin' grocery money at the casino, And if he don't toe the line she's headin' for a split in Reno! He swears on bended knee he'll straighten up and fly right, But he blows his paycheck again the very next Friday night! I cannot fathom such tales of misery, mush and woe, (Tho' I reckon it keeps canny song writers rollin' in the dough!) Maybe I should try my hand at composin' such a song, About hapless lovers who claim "they done me wrong!" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)